Four hundred and ninetieth eight chapters Taoist device
Liu Qinghuan has not felt this kind of peace for many years.
He was always busy practicing, busy fighting, busy doing one thing or another, and had no time to stop and enjoy a quiet sleep every night. During the day, he would stay in the corner of the teahouse and watch the sun slowly shine through the bamboo curtains.
Then he changed the angle, chatting all over the place with a high-spirited guest, or urging Jiang Nianen to practice, or immersed himself in the weapon refining room to practice his untalented weapon refining skills.
Although, those dangers were still happening around him, and news of the war came every day. Some people died while he was quietly sipping tea, and some people bled while he was taking a nap out of boredom.
However, he was trapped in this small teahouse. There were people secretly looking for him. Those people were not diverted by the washing of the treasure pool, nor were they confused by the still fierce war.
His master Ming Yangzi only wrote a few words in a cryptic secret letter, asking him to hide in the dark and not move until he informed him that he could move.
As a result, he kept one eye half-open while sleeping, and when he drank tea, his consciousness surrounded him like an alert hound.
He was waiting for a sudden spell or a sword, no matter what it was, he kept his mind tense, not to be confused by this seemingly peaceful life, not to be corrupted by the illusion of laziness.
And this wait, it will be ten years in the blink of an eye!
For immortal cultivators, time is just a moment in a year, and ten years and a hundred years are just a snap of the fingers.
It's not long, but it's not short either. At least it's enough for him to persevere in improving his magical powers.
He has cultivated the "Nine Heavens Dividing Divine Technique" to the fifth level and has reached the bottleneck again. This technique will be greatly improved at even-numbered levels, and it comes with an extremely powerful divine consciousness spell, so the difficulty will also increase accordingly.
A lot, don’t expect a sudden bottleneck before reaching the Nascent Soul stage.
He has mastered the four characters of the "Eight-Character Sword Art": Huan, Break, Divide, and Return, and their power has increased by one level. However, the other four missing characters are still missing, and Liu Qinghuan can hardly find them.
conjecture.
Although other techniques such as the Destruction of Illusions and the Replacement of Flowers and Trees have been improved, the one that has been improved the most is the Qiankun Finger, which he did not pay much attention to before.
This technique is the specialty of the old demon Wen Dao who tricked him back then. It is said to be able to determine the universe, split mountains and rivers, control life and death, etc., but it has never received much attention from Liu Qinghuan. Because he usually
Swords are often used. The Sword of Life and Death and the Jingwei Sword can already handle most battles. No matter how high you are, you have to use the scabbard of the Tainan Immortal Sword, Green Lotus Industry Fire, or even Sanmulus, so Qiankun points to him.
After taking it into my hands, it has always been a useless existence without any embarrassment or embarrassment.
If he hadn't had too much free time and was unable to practice any other magic or magical powers, or was stuck at a bottleneck, he wouldn't have picked up this technique and practiced it again.
Facts have proved that it can become the famous attack spell of Wen Dao Lao Yao, and Qian Kun Zhi lives up to its reputation.
"Wow, ah, ah, ah..." An extremely angry roar came from the heart of the mountain. Liu Qinghuan retracted his evil finger, and at first glance, the power of Qiankun's finger was huge, but he accidentally deflected it in a direction, and exploded a large area.
Then he rubbed oil on his feet and ran towards the top of the mountain, quickly opening the protective circle in the courtyard.
The soul with green and black veins arrived like a whirlwind, angrily bumping into the magic circle, staring at Liu Qinghuan with eyes that wanted to bite him twice!
Liu Qinghuan couldn't hide her smile, but she still bowed and said: "I'll forgive you, I just made a mistake. I made a mistake just now!"
The fat kid didn't listen at all, but still made a loud bang, and the light curtain of the magic circle kept shaking.
The soul of the pulse now lives in the heart of Daqing Mountain. Where it has stayed all year round, a small piece of ordinary rock has been transformed into a spiritual stone, which makes Liu Qinghuan extremely happy.
At this time, the five-tailed fire fox with dazzling fiery red fur walked past him with elegant steps and proud head held high, not forgetting to cast a look of contempt in the middle.
Liu Qinghuan touched his nose nonchalantly and took a step away in an unreasonable manner.
Because of the rarity of the soul-melting Fu Shenmu, he still hasn't found even a single seed, so he always has little confidence when facing the five-tailed fire fox.
Finally, he decided to temporarily stop practicing the Qiankun Finger and go back to his weapon refining room to continue his struggle.
What is gratifying is that after ten years of hard training, and after consuming a large amount of spiritual materials that would make ordinary Jindan monks impoverished, his weapon refining skills were finally brought to a level that is pretty good.
Liu Qinghuan was heartbroken and lost a lot of money, took out the forging recipe of Jiuqu Hongchen Pu, and sighed: "I have worked hard for so many years just to make you, but I don't know if it is worth it."
Having said that, at least judging from the instructions on the forging side, he still thinks it is worth it.
The Nine-Tune Red Dust Spectrum uses red dust as bones and nine kinds of spiritual water as flesh. The idea is very bold and wonderful. If it is successfully refined, this object will be a treasure with spatial properties.
However, if it were just like this, the Jiuqu Hongchen Pu would be just a powerful magic weapon, and it would not be worth Liu Qinghuan's effort.
In addition to the refining method, the forging method also mentioned an idea at the end, an idea that seems immature, that is, in the refining process, oneself will be exposed to the way of heaven, to life, or to the way of nature.
The nine kinds of insights are integrated into it, making this treasure no longer just a magic weapon, but a Taoist tool.
Taoist artifacts are a type of spiritual treasure and the most unique type of spiritual artifacts. They are as unique as the elixirs that contain elixirs in alchemy.
Because it is necessary to integrate one's own understanding of the way of heaven, each Taoist artifact is unique and must be refined by the monks themselves, so that it can reach the most suitable state.
This is the reason why Liu Qinghuan is obsessed with Jiuqu Hongchen Pu. Now that his cultivation level is full, his state of mind is insufficient. In the process of refining Taoist tools, he also condenses his state of mind.
Since ancient times, cultivation has been easy, but the state of mind is difficult to cultivate. When it comes to the state of mind, it is empty and misty, looking but not seeing, hearing but not hearing. Should we just let nature take its course and do nothing, or should we know the good, know the bad, and be compassionate?
From the golden elixir stage to the Nascent Soul stage, the monks can truly enter the threshold of cultivation. The so-called truth refers to getting rid of the mortal body and constructing the true self. Not only does the power of spells greatly increase, but the lifespan is doubled.
It can also initially communicate with the heaven and earth, understand the laws and evolution, and use this to deduce the beginning of all things, until the Yang God leaves the body and wanders in Taixu.
Every Nascent Soul monk who follows the right path needs to be steadfast, abandon distracting thoughts in the ups and downs of life, and realize the Tao. All this starts before the baby is born, so that the true self can be born.
baby.
Therefore, even though Liu Qinghuan was cultivated to the golden elixir stage by General Sansangmu, he would not be able to conceive a baby if his state of mind was not in a day. And the method he chose to cultivate his state of mind was to refine a Taoist weapon of his own.
The road of life is full of twists and turns, and the sweetness, bitterness, and bitterness are like a big river, washing away every day. So the world of mortals becomes the bones, the joys and sorrows become the flesh, and then the Taoist heart is the soul, composing a song of mourning. After that, discard the false and retain the true, sit down
Self-forgetfulness.
He has collected almost all the materials for the Jiuqu Hongchen Pu, leaving only the last two kinds of spiritual waters that he has yet to find.
What makes him difficult is how to choose among the nine kinds of insights. Moreover, it is best for these nine kinds of insights to be consistent with the properties of the spiritual water he collected.
For example, the Wangyou cold water taken from the Xibao Pond back then was bitingly cold and would never freeze. It could wash away evil and evil. Which kind of sentiment is best?
Liu Qinghuan thought about the past, and gradually cleared away the fog that blocked his eyes, and his eyes became clear.
Perhaps, he should walk around the major trading houses in the city to see if he can find the last two kinds of spiritual water he needs. In addition, the preliminary preparations for refining the Jiuqu Hongchen Pu can also begin.
On this day, when he walked into the teahouse in the drizzling rain in the early morning, he was confused to find that there were already two guests in the teahouse this early in the morning.
Both of them have been frequent visitors in the past few years. One is Zhou Shanwei, who is good at music, and the other is Cheng Ming. They are both monks in the later stage of foundation establishment. Judging from the close relationship between the two, they should be good friends.
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At this time, the two people were talking in a low voice. Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that their conversation was about something heavy and mixed with deep worries.
Seeing Liu Qinghuan, the two of them raised their heads to say hello, and Zhou Shanwei couldn't wait to say: "Master Zhang, news just came from the front last night, saying that Damochuan on the Saofeng Continent was defeated and completely lost!
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This news did not surprise the three people present.
In fact, if Yun Mengze hadn't sent a large number of monks there, this defeat might have been delayed several years.
Since ten years ago, the Yin Yue Blood Realm has been unable to attack Yandang Castle for a long time, so it has gradually shifted its focus to the Sao Feng Continent.
Gangfeng Prefecture had long since fallen into the hands of the outside world, and once Damochuan was lost, only Izumo Prefecture was left in the entire Sao Feng Continent.
Liu Qinghuan opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment.
Due to his own situation, many news could no longer be known as soon as before. The news of Sao Feng's defeat had reached the Eagle's Nest City, indicating that the matter was a foregone conclusion two or three days ago.
The other two people also sat facing each other in silence, and the deep sadness of the rabbit's death and the fox's death filled the small teahouse.
Finally, he said to Jiang Nian'en, who was standing dumbly in the corner: "Go to Xiling Commercial Bank and have a look. They should issue an urgent newspaper today. Buy one and bring it back."
The young man, who was already a monk in the early stages of foundation building, nodded silently and responded.
Liu Qinghuan turned around and said, "The two fellow Taoists who came here early in the morning probably didn't just come to tell me the news, or did they have other plans?"
The two looked at each other, Zhou Shanwei coughed slightly, and said: "Actually, we are here to bid farewell to the host, and we have decided to go to Yandang Fort."
Liu Qinghuan was secretly surprised. He knew that since the alien invasion for so long, he had seen many timid monks in the Eagle's Nest City. Most of them were casual cultivators who had no one to control them. There were also monks who simply escaped from the sect and were willing to hide.
He lives in hiding and does not want to go to the Eastern Wasteland.
To put it bluntly, these people are greedy for life and fear death, but to put it mildly, they are wise and protective. So what is the reason why these two people are suddenly willing to stand up?
But what they are talking about is not Saofeng Continent, but Yandang Castle?
After pondering for a moment, he said: "You...are you going to Yandang Fort?"
The two of them did not realize what Liu Qinghuan meant. After all, in their opinion, Liu Qinghuan was the same person hiding in the Eagle's Nest City as they were.
Cheng Ming showed a bitter smile and said: "Yes. To be honest with the poster, we are actually very conflicted. Even after making this decision, we are still hesitant in our hearts. But to choose the lesser of two evils, I will go to Yandang first.
Fort is better.”
Zhou Shanwei said: "The poster should have made plans early. Do you still remember the analysis when we got together?"
Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "Oh?"
"The Immortal Cultivation Alliance has never forced loose cultivators to resist the people of the Yin Yue Blood Realm - the closure of the Eastern Wasteland to external transmissions does not count, because the current situation is still under their control, and the main continent Yunmengze is here
We also need to ensure that there is a certain amount of manpower available.”
"So you think it's time to force conscription now?"
Cheng Ming stood up and walked around a little anxiously, while Zhou Shanwei seemed much calmer and said in a calm tone: "Yes. The battle at Damochuan on Xiaofeng Continent is said to have extremely serious casualties, and those who survived
Less than 20%. So now they only have the continent of Izumo Province left, and they have lost nothing more. But their world of immortal cultivation must have suffered such a huge damage, and there must be an extreme shortage of people, and we on Yunmengze will definitely not
If the entire Sao Feng Continent is allowed to fall into the hands of the outside world, it is very likely that a forced conquest will begin."
He said to Cheng Ming: "Brother Cheng, it is much better for us to take the initiative to go to Yandang Fort than to be forced to go to Sao Feng Continent. The initiative is also in our own hands. You should also know that there is a bridge in the Eagle's Nest City.
The mainland teleportation array leads directly to Izumo Province. The situation in Qianye Mountain is now very stable, and Yandang Fort is easy to defend and difficult to attack, so our chances of survival are even greater."
Cheng Ming nodded with difficulty and sat down in frustration: "I understand. Brother Zhou doesn't need to say more."
Listening to Zhou Shanwei's succinct analysis, Liu Qinghuan's throat felt as if blood was clogged, and surges of anger and intense sadness surged through his chest.
His disciples and friends are fighting with their lives against monks from other worlds on the front line, just to protect this place where they are born and raised and call home, but what about these people?
Look, who are they protecting?
Yes, he had known what these people were before, but he had never felt so disgusted as now.
How can they deserve to be called monks when they only care about themselves when faced with the difficulty of overturning the world?
At this moment, Liu Qinghuan desperately wanted to escape from the Eagle's Nest City and return to his brothers.
He would rather face people from another world than see these rats again!
Liu Qinghuan's face was extremely ugly, but Zhou Shanwei realized that he was in the wrong direction and comforted him: "Zhang Louzhu, you don't have to worry too much. With your superb weapon refining skills, as long as you are willing to go to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance to receive the task of refining weapons,
Then you don’t have to rush to the front line.”
He also reached out and patted Liu Qinghuan on the shoulder, sighing: "We casual cultivators can only survive if we make plans early."
Liu Qinghuan's eyes were cold, and he said lightly sarcastically: "I feel pity for those sect monks who are forced to go to the battlefield."
"Haha." Cheng Ming laughed out loud: "Who allowed them to eat two more bowls of rice than us on weekdays. As the saying goes, the more you get, the greater your responsibility. I am extremely lucky now that we have four major sects.
If we exist with the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, otherwise we will end up in the situation like Sao Feng Continent. Therefore, we can forgive the arrogance of those sect monks in the past."
Liu Qinghuan lowered his head and said sadly, "Yes, you should be forgiven."
The two stood up, Zhou Shanwei cupped his hands and said: "No more words, we have decided to leave today. Mr. Zhang, when we return to the Eagle's Nest City someday, we will come to your teahouse again."
Liu Qinghuan chuckled and said: "That may disappoint you. I just decided that from today on, Qingfeng Tea House will be closed!"